July

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I can handle the incessant caressing of your firebrand hands. I crawl into your full body furnace, snuggling contentedly into the burning belly of the beast. I crave your touch and your embrace. But I cannot tolerate your kiss.

Your moist breath, spiked with salinity, soaks my already saturated skin and I am repulsed. I seek solace in my artificial ice cave and dream of your touch beneath the blankets. If only you could keep your heat after losing your breath.